mardi 21 août 2012


In the innocence of her youth
she uttered light words
turning trivial conversation 
into secret pleasure

I pretended to ignore them
and she then clad her thoughts
in a vestment of laughter
preferring the irony of smiles
to the tedious curse of silence
or embarrassment

She then left 
and I was quite puzzled
deprived of the old pleasure
of having the last word

And moved deep inside myself
with a tiny injury
that seemed like a scar in my heart

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

mercredi 15 août 2012


Back from holidays
My soul completely renewed
But life has not changed

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Haiku written for 
(Photograph/ The Alps from my window)